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SHIPS THAT PASS

Published on April 14, 2011 in it is a mystery, Lindsay Hunter and magic spine. Closed

I know more than a few people who have expressed their love for the missed connections section of the local Craigslist, and for all of you I will share the project Ships That Pass, “A collection of fake, imagined, and literary missed connections posted to Craigslist and then re-posted here with real responses.” If you’ve ever made extended eye contact at an LCD Soundsystem show, this is the site for you.

I’m driving down to my alma mater today to see George Saunders read and answer questions. (Let me know if you have any Qs that require As.) After that, back up to Austin to see my girl Lindsay read with Dan Boehl. Lots of good readings in town this week. See the Five Things page for more info on each.

My body is angry with me whether I am good or bad to it. It makes me wonder what is goodness, what is badness.

TINY DANCER

Published on February 23, 2011 in achoo, magic spine and real talk. Closed

I went to the chiropractor this week. There were devices that moved and tables on which large men were manipulated spinally by women. The chiropractor pressed my upper spine and it sounded like someone broke an egg in my chest and I gasped and she apologized for startling me. She showed me that my legs were different lengths and then tapped on a spot under my ear and then my legs were the same length. Now I have to learn a different way to sneeze.

I ain’t read Justin Taylor’s new book but this review sounds like Almond dictated it to his secretary while plugging his ears firmly with his fingers:

But novels depend on rising action. Characters can’t just wander and brood. They have to be driven by passionate agendas, and the conflicts between them have to be dramatized.

I mean, this seems so easily disproven that it seems kind of rude to try. I just sneezed and my snot spelled out Beckett and Joyce and carrots. Gross.

I am typing this flat on my back in bed because my back’s all fucked up, did I mention? I wore a back brace for scoliosis when I was a lass and now the promised spinal degeneration has begun in earnest. I heard a story once about a ballerina who had such a strong core of muscle after a lifetime of training that when she grew very old and broke her hip, she could drive herself to the emergency room and walk in on her own power, her muscles holding the broken bone. Nobody believed her until the x-ray. Anyway that’s my goal: to become a ballerina.

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